guess I ter do it t says here.”

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    uneriko tree in t, and cut off a small branco  into t day, o dig the back yard of his house.

    ted him.

    “You t are you digging t hole for?” she demanded.

    “I’m digging a o dump garbage in,” t maybe it would be handy.”

    “O it? ell, if you try anyt, surned and walked away.

    Using a measuring tape, t ly to tions for diameter and depth.

    “t ougo do it,” to h a wooden lid.

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    te a t ttom of t.

    After stle, tried to s at o find t t  t   he hole.

    “’s t?” came a voice out of t’s only 1:14. You’re 2 minutes early, goddamit. You’ll o climb back up to top and do it again from the beginning.”

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    “You got to, goddamit. Jeez, a little bit earlier and you could tened me. I t you  1:16, goddamit.”

    tc. t all. But tall, ed around like a ty donut.

    “By t, you better